My mind screamed a single word, "NO!" My mouth could not form the
words, but managed a weak moan.

"Yes, I want her Savannah, and I will have her. Swear to give her
to me when she turn 16 and I will let you go home," the voice
reasoned, "She is only 6, you still have time to say goodbye."

I forced my mouth to open and managed a whisper, "No."

The voice laughed, "Too bad Savannah, too bad. Anyway, I will
have her." I saw a glint of silver in the light and opened my
mouth to scream before I was silenced forever. A figure stood in
front of me dressed completely in white, "Such a pity Savannah,
you could have gone home, now look at what you have turned into."

I turned to where she pointed and stared at myself in the mirror,
I was a statue, frozen forever in time and stone. "Too bad
Savannah," the lady crooned as she stroked my cheek and walked
away.

"I'm not locked yet," I thought, but as she walked farther away,
my faith did as well.